Hello Lovlies, for those of you who're new I'm Rose Basilisk007; for those of you who are familiar with my work XOXO. This story was requested a month ago and I've only just gotten around to writing it because of the writing comp. Also, Magic Postulate is almost done, so I figured it would be alright to upload this now. For those of you who're new to my works I have my universal disclaimer up on my profile; as I think it obvious I'm not the owner of these stories and that it would be a waste of my time and energy to constantly be disclaiming in my stories.

This takes place during the first episode of season 3, so the first two seasons are canon. I'm doing this partly to try and prevent spoilers for those who haven't watched the third season yet, and also because I've been so busy I haven't had a chance to watch it myself. :'l So, without further ado, here is Trouble's treasure.

P.S-There will be sex scenes later on, a birth scene and perhaps slash-haven't decided for sure yet-so consider yourselves warned.

Ch. I- Never, Never Land

Henry didn't know how long he'd been in the captivity of the Shadow. He only knew that Tamara and Greg were dead and the boy he'd trusted had turned out to be Peter Pan. He knew Peter Pan wanted him for something, to find someone very, very special, because only Henry could. He also knew that while time didn't really pass on the isle it had been a long time since his kidnapping.

Henry was determined to escape, he had to get back to Storybrooke. He needed to see his mom, make sure she was okay, and to thank Emma, his other mom- for saving her. Not to mention get Emma and his dad back together. Spend some time with his grandparents, try and get people to like his grandpa-Rumplestiltskin- a little more. Maybe he and Belle could do an operation. Um… Light, no, Grey. No, he'd figure out the name of the operation later. He needed to get back to his family first. When he'd first arrived on the isle Henry hadn't known how to escape, but he wasn't Rumplestiltskin's grandson for nothing.

Peter Pan had told him belief was the magic here, and no one could believe the way Henry could, after all, so he'd figure out the rules for believing on the isle, because magic always had rules. He didn't really like magic, it ruined everything, although the more he'd thought about it maybe that was just because of how it was used. henry figured he could at least try it, even if he didn't have a clue as to what he was doing. So every night Henry focused his will and feelings and tried and tried to preform magic. He'd managed it, that was actually the easy part, but it was hard to control and it made him tired. So Henry chose to work on his endurance and control of the strange entity called magic before making his great escape.

That was how he'd ended up here; in the middle of the isle's forest and with no real idea how to get back to Storybrooke. I'm sure that they're coming to find me, maybe I should just hide somewhere here in the woods 'til they arrive, Henry thought first. It was a viable option, but then again…

Yeah, but who knows how long that'll take. Besides, I don't know anything about these woods but the Shadow does. And so do the Lost Boys, I won't last long out here. I've gotta find a way to them, Henry reasoned. Not to mention that it may finally prove to them he wasn't a little kid, that he could help. After all, He'd been the one to find Emma and convince her that the curse was real, and he'd helped break the curse too. It was him who'd figured out a way to talk to Emma and Snow White when they'd been stuck in the Enchanted Forest. He'd helped find his dad, and had convinced him to come to Storybrooke-before grandpa Rum got poisoned, that is. But they all acted as if none of that mattered. Henry balled his fists in determination. I'll find a way back to my family, he decided.

"You shouldn't stand out in the open. He will see you," said a dreamy girl voice. Henry looked up, where the voice had come from, to see a wispy girl in a tattered green dress hovering upside down above him. Her wheat coloured hair was pulled back in a bun and her silvery blue eyes blinked at him. She wasn't wearing shoes.

"Are you Tinker bell?" Henry asked. He wasn't shocked at all, not after having lived eleven years with a bunch of fairy tale characters. The girl seemed older than him, like Peter Pan's age, and he noticed she hadn't righted herself yet-maybe she enjoyed hanging upside down in mid-air.

"No, I don't remember my real name; you look like the boy I helped," she said. Henry scrunched his face up. She helped boys get away? Well, it wasn't like the books in his world had gotten his family's stories right either.

"Do you mean my dad? He was here?" Henry asked. He needed to clear up his confusion, get more information before he solidified and started Operation Scorpion-Never land version. The wispy girl righted herself, her figure fading a little before solidifying again. Henry wasn't certain if he'd seen that correctly, the girl looked around before offering a hand to Henry.

"Yes, but I can barely remember him anymore-that's what happens when you stay here too long; you forget and can only remember when it's the end of the day… It's dangerous to talk here, and he doesn't like it when boys try and escape. I know somewhere safe," she whispered in a hurried manner. Henry, didn't know if he should trust this strange girl, but he didn't have much choice. Henry nodded and took her hand. He'd only flown twice before, once with Peter Pan and once on a plane, but he already knew that flying was one of his favourite things to do. Especially without a plane or evil boy.

Captain Hook's ship-Never land Sea

Captain Hook was at the wheel, Emma was leaning against the railing to his right. The royal lovebirds were embracing at the bow whilst the queen and the crocodile were below deck. The damned crocodile had commandeered the captain's cabin with that magic globe of his and the maps. Regina was helping him.

"Do you agree with Gold?" Emma asked out of the blue. Hook looked at her.

"You've been here before, Never land, I mean. Is he right?" she elaborated. Her leather coat flapping in the wind. Hook gave her a patented smirk.

"As much as I hate the crocodile, love, I have to agree with him. The Pan is dangerous, and he won't give up the lad without a fight. So I must grudgingly admit that I'm glad ole' scaly's with us on this excursion," Hook said. Emma raised a brow.

"I don't quite know what's going on with you two; except it involves a woman, your hand and a lot of years between then and now, but I do know that you hate his guts," Emma said in wonder. She'd already faced wraiths and ogres, but nobody seemed like that was a big deal. If Hook was glad they had Gold along for the ride, this Pan character had to be big, bad and nasty. Really, really nasty. How bad is this Pan guy? And how powerful is Gold? Emma wondered.

"That's right, you, love, are the only one of us who hasn't seen the true crocodile. Even if your town had magic, what you saw was muted- limited by the nature of your world. Here, in a land where magic is naturally present, you'll see the crocodile for what he really is," said Hook and he winked.

"I see you two are getting friendly," said Regina as she joined them. She'd changed into a hunting outfit made of leather. Her hair was pinned back and she wore a feathered hat. Emma stared, Regina had seemed a mayor in town; but now she looked regal. This was what the rest of the town saw whenever they looked at her, a queen.

"What are you all talking about?" Snow asked. She'd stayed in her original clothing, but Charming had put on leather trousers and boots. A sword now hung from his belt. The couple had just climbed the stairs on Hook's left. The only one missing from their group was Gold.

"He was trying to warn Emma about the Imp, she's only ever seen Gold, even if he was wielding magic," Regina said offhand. Emma tried not to scowl. The two mothers had agreed to a truce for Henry's sake, so they were trying to use each other's given names. It was still awkward.

"Oh," was all Snow would say as she hoisted her quiver up her shoulder. Emma did scowl. What was so bad about Gold? Sure he hadn't tried to save the town, but he'd already told them off about that. Not to mention Emma understood he may not have wanted to live after she'd told him about Neal. The father and son may have been very estranged but they both deeply loved each other, and it sounded like Gold had been a good Dad before the magic. Her heart squeezed painfully at the thought of Neal.

"That all you've got to say, Dearie?" came a high-pitched voice from Emma's right, directly in front of Hook. Emma stared. Green scales with gold undertones covered Gold's skin, his eyes were big and reptilian, his wavy hair kinked and curled. He had claws for crying out loud. Gold too was dressed in leather boots and trousers, a gold silk shirt and high backed red brocade vest. He was the only one without a jacket and he didn't have his cane with him. He perched on the railing with one knee crossed over the other, his hands on top of the knee. Crocodile is pretty damn apt. How'd Belle fall in love with—this? Emma thought.

"Shocking, Dearie, I know. My name is Rumplestiltskin, as little Henry told you from the book, but you don't need to call me that. Half the people here don't. I've come to tell you we're almost to the isle, Henry's there, but the globe shows he's somewhere in the forest rather than with the other boys. Looks like little Henry has escaped," said Gold, and he giggled. Giggled. Emma blinked. Snow and Charming looked upset.

"You know there are abducted boys on that island and you've never done anything about it?" asked Charming. The Dark One just gave a twirl of his hands.

"Oh yes, dearie. One of my predecessors ended up here once. Of course, it's rather difficult to help boys who don't remember where they're from, who their parents are, or even that they had parents. The isle makes you young forever, but there's a price to pay for that. The boys lose the memories of their lives before the isle, only remembering in their dreams. The longer they're here, the worse it becomes. Stay long enough and they'll become like the Pan and his shadow," he said in that shrill voice. Charming looked tortured.

"You mean they don't remember who they were, where they're from? Can't we just take them away?" asked Snow. Surly we can help them, she thought. Rumplestiltskein wasn't smiling when he shook his head.

"The only ones who can leave the isle are the ones that believe they can escape, and part of belief is whishing. The boys no longer remember their lives, and they forget the dreams once they wake. They don't desire freedom… Before you all worry, Henry has only just arrived to the isle, he'll still remember us and try to flee. There's nothing we can do for the boys, not unless they've the will to last against the allure of the isle," said the scaled sorcerer.

"So, we've only a chance at saving Henry? Can't we-"

"Listen. To. Me. The boys are called lost for a reason. Only they can find themselves and they're children. One would need an unusual will power to fight the pull of amnesia, and even then it's only a matter of time before they succumb, there's nothing we can do. The Shadow Pan uses to keep them there, it can't be killed, its a shadow, a manifestation. All that can be done is to get Henry before he forgets."

There was silence after the crocodile finished. Even Hook could see how angry the Dark One was about having his hands tied. They could only save Henry, to try otherwise would jeopardise this little mission. Hook knew the shadow, and as he locked eyes with his nemesis, he saw that the crocodile did too. Seemed Ole' scaly was hiding some secrets, that didn't really matter, though. They'd only get one shot at this. Hook saw the isle in the distance. They'd arrived.

A tree fort-Never land

Henry sat across from the girl in her little safe place. He'd noticed she didn't have wings but could still fly. Maybe there weren't any fairies, or pixies, on the isle. Henry looked around. The hut was built in a tree on the tallest mountain. It was very close to the lost boy's camp, but that's why it was safe-the Shadow wouldn't search for them so near. The hut itself was a single, round room. A bed of large leaves at the far end, next to it a satchel. Bowls filled with fruit and water. It was bare, sad and lonely.

"My brother was taken by him a long, long time ago. When most of the boys weren't here. I tricked him into bringing me here. I managed to escape with my brother but he took him back again. That's all I remember about myself, that, and I help any of the boys who manage to escape," she said. Henry nodded.

"They all forgot about their homes. Is that why they can't escape?" Henry asked.

"Not exactly, what they've really forgotten in that they have a family who loved them. Or that they had their whole lives to live. They lost themselves to the whispers of him. As long as they believe those whispers and their lives here, they'll be stuck as prisoners."

"How're they prisoners? I mean, since I got here I've felt tired, but they all seem happy and filled with energy," Henry said.

"You remember there are people who care and love you, or at least that you have to grow up. That makes you aware of what the isle is doing. The isle itself is taking the life from all of us, it feeds on us, and when one of the boys is dry he's absorbed into him," explained the girl. "The one you call Peter Pan is just the boy whose been here the longest. His time is running out, soon he will consume Pan, and a new boy will take his place as Peter."

"Why do you call the Shadow him instead of Shadow? It's just a name," Henry said. The wispy girl shook her head.

"Names hold power, and to call him by his nature is like lighting a fire to alert him where we are. Not only will he take you back to his lair, but he'll absorb me. I undermine the isle and him, and I have been here far too long. I won't be allowed to live."

"Oh… So then we can't waste time. How do I get back to my family?" Henry said after a pause. The girl got up and went to her sack.

"When I got here I discovered these beans. They're special and take you places," she said as she pulled out a small box from the sack. Henry's ears perked up, magic beans.

"I'll give you one and you'll go home," she said as she handed him one of the beans. Henry scrunched his face up in confusion. This bean didn't look like the ones Tiny had shown him. Those magic beans had been clear. This bean was an unnatural green, like a glowing emerald or a deep jade. Perhaps it just meant they'd grown here rather than in the Enchanted forest.

"You'll have to do it outside. The portal is big," she said and climbed down to the ground. Henry followed her down. When he reached the ground the Shadow suddenly arrived. The girl jerked Henry behind her, her hand cold and it seemed to pass through his hand as she touched him, causing the bean to drop from his hand. The girl leapt into the air and flew far away. The Shadow reached for Henry, but portal opened beneath them, swirling green and purple; and Henry fell in, leaving Never land behind.

On Captain Hook's ship the Dark One was studying his magic globe, trying to pin point his grandson. Suddenly the blood red dot that was Henry disappeared. Rumplestiltskin froze in shock. He could think of only one explanation; a portal had taken Henry somewhere else.